Imagine love that never ends
The fingers, brushed to the end
Of strength stranger than our ragged
Breath

The night we had in November
Extended indefinitely, infinitely
In all directions, Hold that creme of
****** lips

That pull we feel, when we lay
On the world, allowing my fever
And to not wake me lower than
Alone

Imagine love that never dies

It was an accident
He was reckless and young
Almost as tall as his mother
Almost as loved, But now
Jesus Christ can't save him
He was caught red
Packing her body and his sin
With a Tiara he made using lilies
She was beautiful

Hush, child, sound a little noise
We jump too quick to disturbance
Stretch, or unstretch
Our limbs to something interesting

When we can watch
The death, or narrow victory
Of someone killing a woman
We treat them no differently

The ambulance alarms a noise
It shifts because of doppler
And us, when we lay petals
To that someone looking for
Someone interesting

They lay crude, upon lilies
And we, let by hatret, in nature
Applaud every gunshot, on a man
Nature of whom is uninvited, black

The fever grew, the madness grew
In prayer, we drew our faith, turned
Soon, there were no petals left
Our hearts filled with empty, undiscovered

When we phased out, into that light
Twice as much heavy, less as bound
We felt our shape, as silent sowers
Of that poison, we tossed around

Sound that little noise

holding death for misery knells?
shiny werewolf, love, niche, far from day
count mistakes, feelings, run, believe in something
come, pensive poetry, locks, notes, might
say yes, cathy's clown, crimson and clover
kind, no vacancy, dined on the moon
Get relief, Hoax, Could you look after my Mother?, seriously can you Shut The **** Up
Completely free, When will I go to college?

For wherever I go
Whatever I do
The promises are laden
They forever stand atop scribbled plans
I end up in pile of my sweat
As I talk myself out of death
Fever grows, I still don't know
The meaning of this bell

All this time,
it was written in the dirt
The sordid earth
would quake like drums
Your gaze felt
like an untouched rock
Still they sob
from the beautiful rain
All of this pain,
Is lost to the chasing trill
Of running still